Mysterious Revival

Chapter 630: Chapter 627 The Person on the Sofa

The Ghost Domain changed the layout of the third floor, and the exit disappeared.

Based on Yang Jian’s prior experience, there could only be one possibility.

The hidden ghost painting was here.

This alteration of the environment was not intentional; rather, it was a change produced by the ghost painting to hide itself, with the aim of not allowing Yang Jian to find it easily.

Because once it was found, the ghost painting faced the risk of being imprisoned.

Unlike the ghosts in other supernatural events, the ghost painting itself could not move.

This was the biggest weakness of the ghost painting.

“So, these bodies on the ground could very well be more than ordinary people… Maybe most of these bodies were spiritual practitioners before they died,” Yang Jian speculated as he stared at a dozen plus bodies on the floor.

At some point, a group of foreign spiritual practitioners arrived in the Ghost Domain of the ghost painting and roughly pinpointed its location. They came to this building, trying to find the source of the ghost painting, but got trapped on the third floor. In the meantime, something terrible happened, and the whole group was annihilated.

That also explained why there existed an unknown ghost on the wooden stairs of the fourth and fifth floors.

The ghosts on the stairs were produced after the death of the spiritual practitioners, lingering in the building without leaving for some reason.

“Yang Jian, what should we do now? Let’s quickly find a way out of here, I don’t want to die in this place,” Li Yang panicked, feeling the danger of their situation.

Yang Jian remained calm, “What’s there to panic about? It’s just one or two ghosts nearby, right? Do you think there will be fewer ghosts outside this building? If you want to survive, you’ve got to fight for it. Without me leading you, you wouldn’t even have the courage to explore this place. Now I can tell you the truth—the exit is on this floor.”

“Find it, and you can leave early.”

There was an exit in the background puzzle of a ghost painting, so he was sure that the exit from this city was here on the third floor of this building.

“Now keep quiet and calm down. I need to check the bodies on the floor. You are responsible for watching our surroundings.”

He sternly assigned the tasks, giving them no choice but to proceed, even if there were confirmed ghosts present.

Then, Yang Jian did not rush, but instead began to examine a corpse on the ground.

The body was almost completely decomposed, leaving only a layer of disgusting hair and blackened bones.

Yang Jian roughly confirmed the identity of the deceased by examining the clothes on the body.

Although the dead bodies of spiritual practitioners looked the same as ordinary people, since they chose to enter this place, they would certainly carry a full set of equipment, and their identities could be confirmed by these items.

“There’s nothing on this body.”

Yang Jian lowered his head and searched the body next to it.

Soon, he found a special model of a handgun in the hand of an adjacent corpse.

After a cursory inspection, Yang Jian’s expression darkened. The handgun still had some unspent bullets, made of gold, and he could not affect them with Ghost Shadow.

“This was a foreign spiritual practitioner.”

The equipment made it almost certain the person’s identity before death.

He continued to check the other bodies.

Yang Jian found it strange; some bodies didn’t have weapons, appeared normal, and were probably ordinary people. However, occasionally, a few bodies were left with special equipment and weapons for use by spiritual practitioners.

“Five people carrying equipment, likely spiritual practitioners, twelve ordinary bodies. Seventeen bodies in total, no, that’s not right, there are still rooms unexplored, and maybe there are other bodies inside.”

“But regardless, the number of bodies that match the characteristics can indeed form a spiritual practitioner team.”

“Prevailing speculation is likely correct; this is where those foreigners were annihilated. There are no signs of struggle near the bodies, so they were not trapped to death but killed by a ghost.”

When Yang Jian thought of this, his gaze turned sharp.

As for why the bodies were at different stages of decomposition, that was easy to understand.

When a spiritual practitioner died, if a ghost remained within the body, it would be preserved for a considerable length of time.

“How could so many people not escape? Or were they disoriented by the continuous resets of the ghost drawing?” Yang Jian wondered, not thinking highly of the terror level of the ghost drawing.

To kill such a team, the ghost drawing must have reset several times.

Half a year ago, when supernatural events were not so severe, encountering a ghost that could reset was indeed a nightmare.

Now, with the sharing of information about supernatural events like the Hungry Ghost and the Ghost Coffin, the headquarters of various countries must have known that ghosts could reset, and they would have made precautions against it.

Last time, in Miao Xiaoshan’s school dormitory, if Yang Jian hadn’t had the experience, he wouldn’t have been able to easily imprison a drawing.

“It’s such a pity, a group of people were annihilated in such a ghostly place. If they had better information, or had experienced more supernatural events, they definitely wouldn’t have died in such a frustrating way.”

Yang Jian collected some usable items and made sure there was nothing unusual about the bodies before withdrawing his gaze.

“Yang Jian, something’s not right.”

At that moment, Li Yang suddenly spoke with a trembling voice, “I just saw a dark shadow flickering a few times at the door of that room over there. I must not have been mistaken, the door of that room wasn’t closed, and there definitely was a dark shadow moving inside.”

Although they were in a building, the world created by the ghost drawing was not pitch-dark. Even without a light source, the surroundings were still visible, dim and gray, yet with high discernibility.

Yang Jian immediately looked up in the direction Li Yang mentioned.

There, the door of a room was slightly ajar.

But he did not see the flickering shadow, although Li Yang was certain, as he had been watching that direction all along, observing the situation there.

“In the room?”

Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly as he glanced up along the old wooden staircase.

A ghost might very well be on the stairs of the upper floor.

He conjectured that the ghost would probably not come down until there had been footstep sounds.

“Let’s go take a look,” Yang Jian said straightforwardly.

The room was within the scope of his investigation to begin with, and he wouldn’t overlook such a suspicious place.

Thereupon, he walked directly toward the room with the unlocked door.

“It might be a ghost from ‘The World of Ghost Drawing,’ or possibly a lingering, unknown fierce ghost on this floor—after all, quite a few spirit controllers have died here,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

He arrived at the room’s doorway and opened the door immediately.

A faint light seeped through from inside.

Yang Jian looked up into the room and saw a window beside the living room. Beyond the window was a hazy view that connected to the outside of the building, which somehow made the interior of the room seem even clearer in comparison.

“There’s a window, we can leave this damned place through it,” came Jimmy’s excited voice from behind.

Li Yang grabbed him at once, “Jimmy, calm down. We need to follow Mister Yang’s lead; he’s the professional. Any rash actions could mean death for us here.”

“What’s he so excited about?” Yang Jian asked without turning his head.

“He said we can leave through that window,” Li Yang replied.

Leave?

A cold smile appeared on the corners of Yang Jian’s mouth, “Have you not considered why all the other windows have disappeared, yet that one remains?”

Li Yang’s eyes widened at this reminder.

“Two reasons, one is that the house is being disturbed by another ghost, and ‘The World of Ghost Drawing’ couldn’t change that part. The other is… a trap.”

Yang Jian analyzed, furthermore adding, “You two stay here; I’ll go in and take a look.”

Whether it was a trap or not, he had to investigate and clarify.

Once he crossed the threshold, Yang Jian could clearly feel that the atmosphere inside the room was different from the outside.

There was an indescribable, peculiar sensation.

It was confirmed there was something amiss in this room, so Yang Jian was very cautious.

However, his actions were not slow; he began to search quickly upon entering the room, looking for both any unknown ghosts and any possible ghost drawings.

Yang Jian was not particularly worried about being attacked by ghosts, so his movements were bold, and he even dared to make some noise intentionally.

Very quickly.

After a sweep around, his gaze fell on a single-seat sofa in front of the television in the innermost part of the living room.

Yang Jian saw someone sitting eerily on the shadowed sofa.

The person’s body was obscured by the sofa; only one arm could be seen resting on the armrest, motionless, as if they had been sitting there for a very long time.

His gaze sharpening, he moved a few steps to the side, trying to get a clearer view from a different angle.

Although he changed his position, he still couldn’t discern who was sitting on the sofa; he could only vaguely see the rotting, pockmarked arm on the armrest in the dim light from the window, suggesting the person on the sofa had been dead for quite some time.

“Another unknown ghost?”

Yang Jian did not approach, certain that whatever was in this room had nothing to do with ‘The World of Ghost Drawing.’

Given that, there was no need for him to get any closer.

So he chose to retreat, to leave the room without alerting the ghost, sparing himself a good deal of trouble.

After backing away several steps, Yang Jian quickly turned to leave.

But just as he turned, he thought he saw a shadow flit by out of the corner of his eye, passing through the living room and briefly blocking the light from the window, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

“Hm?”

Yang Jian’s expression transformed abruptly. Because he was without ghost eyes, he had lost sight of what was behind him and had to look back again.

At that moment, he realized with a shock that the person who had been sitting on the living room sofa had vanished.

The old single-seat sofa was empty, the corpse no longer seated upon it, as if the shadow that had moved past the window was that very body.

“The ghost is moving around in this house,” Yang Jian thought.

But before he could ponder any further, a chill wind came from behind him, carrying with it the faint smell of decaying flesh.

“Bang!”

The door that had been open slammed shut behind a fleeting figure.

Yang Jian turned back to the door but saw nothing; he could not see the walking corpse that had been in the room, nor the ghost that might have appeared behind him earlier, but the door had indeed been closed by a ghost.

“Not willing to let me go?”